"Fucking…whore!" Dante growled, plowing into the office with a scowl on his face.

Lady was sprawled out over the couch, her legs hanging over the arm. The sudden sound of the doors bursting open caused her to sit upright quickly, her hand perched over her heart. For a moment she just sat there, watching him march across the room to drop Nero's clothes and a warm pizza onto his desk. Normally pizza cheered him up, but not today. Not after what he had seen Nero's old house. Bitch.

"So, how did it go?" Lady asked once she had recovered from the scare.

"You're not going to believe what I found," he hissed, rounding his desk to collapse in his chair. "It was-"

"A woman?"

The two of them sat there staring at each other for a moment. Dante couldn't help but gawk at her, unsure of how she always seemed to know the answer to things before he did. It just wasn't fucking fair!

"How did you-" he gasped.

"Oh, I don't know, the moment you left he locked himself in your bedroom for an hour. Then when I went to the bathroom he snuck out to start the washer and when he ran into me on the stairs he started freaking out again. I didn't bother him Dante, he's still locked up in your room."

"What? What if hurts himself up there? Have you even gone to check on him!"

"Relax, he keeps marching around up there ever so often. I think he's pacing back and forth waiting for you to come back."

She pointed up toward the stairs where Dante could hear the distant sound of floor boards creaking. Shaking his head slowly, he reached out and snatched up the faded brown wallet off the pile of clothes and flipped it open. All that was inside was an expired ID with the kid's picture on it and one other picture of him, the girl and her brother. They were all huddled together outside the same church he saw in the photo at their house, smiling. It was obviously taken before the bitch went psycho.

"Well, what happened? What was she like?" Lady asked, making her way over to his desk.

"The house was neat, pretty. The girl was sickly sweet and fake. She said she had expected him to just come back. After she lied and said he ran off. Said they've never had an easy relationship. What kind of shit is that?" he scoffed, dropping the wallet onto the desktop.

"They must have loved each other at some point Dante. Or he would have never put up with that kind of treatment in the first place. Did she say why?"

"No, didn't really give her the chance to though. I just couldn't stand sitting there anymore, talking, like regular people! I figured I would just ask the kid…"

"You think that he'll talk about it? I mean he's obviously more than a little traumatized over it."

"He'll talk to me. I know he will…"

Lady sighed softly, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. More like a slap, but still, it was the thought that mattered.

"I'm going to clear out then. He hasn't said a single word with me here, so I don't want to kill the mood," she chuckled, strolling back toward the pool table to pull her jacket back on. "And don't think that just because you have him to take of now that I'll forget about your debt. You have the money to buy pizza, you have the money to pay me."

"Cut me a break, Lady! People gotta eat, y'know!"

Her only response was a wave of her hand over her shoulder as she stepped out into the snow covered day. By the time Dante had made it back home, the sky had turned a dull gray as the clouds prepared to blanket the city in a fresh layer of snow. Sitting there at his desk he listened to the distant sound of Nero pacing around upstairs, wondering just how he was suppose to get the kid to talk without causing him to have an episode or some shit. The only thing he had to use was brute strength, which wouldn't help matters at all, or pizza. Bartering food for information seemed a little cruel, but it was worth a shot. He had to get answers somehow and he sure as hell wasn't sitting across from that evil bitch to get them. At least Nero was cute.

Standing up from his chair he scooped Nero's clothing and wallet off of the desk into the seat and pushed it up under the desk just to avoid the kid seeing it before he was ready. There was no denying that he felt a little nervous as he climbed the stairs heading for his bedroom. What if Lady was right again and Nero refused to talk to him? What if he sided with his 'master' and decided he wanted to go back home? What would he do then? It wasn't like could really stop him from going. Pausing outside of his door he took a deep breath, knocking on the wood gently.

"Kid? Hey, Nero…open the door, will ya?" he called, listening to the sudden clamoring sound on the other side of the door.

As soon as the door cracked open all Dante saw was a quick flash of blue eyes and snowy hair before Nero suddenly pushed past him. At first he just stood staring into his room for a moment, glancing down the hall just in time to see Nero vanish into the bathroom. Deciding it was best to just let him go, Dante stepped into his room, marveling at how clean it was. He was sure that when he had left there were clothes piled up in the basket, the bed was a complete mess with the addition of donut crumbs. He must have been bored out of his damn mind…

"Sorry," Nero muttered, poking his head back into the bedroom. Dante had been so amazed with the clean room that he hadn't even heard the toilet flush. "I cleaned because I made a mess."

"No big deal," he mumbled, sure that his bed had never been that neat. "I brought a pizza home. How about we go downstairs and have some lunch?"

The way Nero's eyes suddenly lit up made Dante feel slightly guilty for what he was about to put the kid through. There was no telling when the last time Nero had been allowed to have pizza, if ever. Something told him by the way he reacted to the donuts that he hadn't been given much allowance in the food department. Waving his hand he motioned for Nero to go on ahead of him and was surprised when he didn't hesitate. Food was definitely a good motivator.

Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, Dante motioned for Nero to sit on the couch as he went to collect the pizza box from his desk. There was no mistaking the way Nero's eyes scanned the room, probably looking for Lady. Kicking off his boots at the end of the couch, Dante flopped down on the opposite end from Nero with a smirk. Flipping open the box on his lap he watched Nero's eyes widen to the size of saucers at the sight of the cheesy delicacy. Yes, food was the ultimate motivator.

"One extra large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese! Pretty awesome, huh?" he chuckled, watching Nero nod feverishly. "And I don't mind sharin' it with you. On one condition…"

The instant the word 'condition' was out of his mouth, Nero dropped his eyes to the floor, his hands gripping his knees tightly. He could tell by the way the kid was fidgeting that he was probably expecting the worst. Dante just wasn't sure exactly what the worst entailed.

"It's nothing serious, kid, calm down," Dante sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew that the kid had been beaten, but that was no reason to assume Dante was going to be just as cruel. "I just want you to talk to me."

"About…what?"

Nero's eyes shifted back up to his face, still a little fearful, but more curious than anything. Probably wondering what was so important that he needed to bribe him with food to get him to talk.

"About what happened to you before I found you. How you got this way," he clarified, picking up a slice of pizza and offered it to him.

"I…don't want to talk about that," Nero muttered, dropping his eyes to the floor again in an attempt to resist the pizza.

"You're gonna have to talk about it sooner or later, kid. I don't mind letting you stay here, feeding you and whatnot, but you gotta gimme some answers. Why would you let someone beat you like that? It couldn't have been enjoyable…"

"I didn't let anyone do anything to me."

"So you expect me to believe that tiny girl overpowered you? That's bullshit!"

"Tiny girl? I don't know what-"

"I found the tags in the washer, Nero. I went to your house, there's no sense in trying to hide it anymore."

Nero's eyes jumped back up to his face again. If Dante didn't know any better, Nero looked a little hurt by the fact that he had gone behind his back to investigate his life. He would have told him sooner, but he was sure the kid wouldn't be too fond of the idea of Dante going to beat his 'master's' face in. Not knowing before hand that it was a girl.

"Look, Nero, I'm gonna be honest with you," Dante muttered, shoving the pizza slice into Nero's hand before grabbing his own. "I went over there thinking it was some guy that had done all that to you. I was seriously going to beat his ass…until she answered the door. Just tell me the hell happened."

He could see Nero was having a hard time deciding on if he should just talk or stuff the pizza in his mouth to avoid the conversation. Not only had Dante gone behind his back, but he had also insinuated that he thought Nero was gay. Way to go, insult him a little more why don't'cha? Figuring the awkward silence was there to stay, Dante took a bite of his slice, picking at the side of the box just to occupy himself.

"I've known Kyrie since we were kids. I don't know, guess I've always had a thing for her, but I was too scared she'd never take me seriously. I acted more like another brother to her for most of our lives…" Nero said quietly, then quickly shoved his pizza into his mouth.

"Kay, so you had a crush on her and what? She decided to chain you up like an animal and beat the hell out of you?"

"No! No, it wasn't like that," he demanded, holding his hand up in front of his mouth to avoid losing his food. "At first…"

"At first? What did she do, one say she brought home a collar and said: Hey honey, lets try this out?"

Nero shook his head lightly, taking another bite of his pizza. They sat there silence again until Nero had finished eating. It was impossible to miss how he kept glancing over at the box in Dante's lap.

"Well?" he demanded, scooting the box over onto the cushion between them. "I'm not a mind reader, remember?"

"At first we had a normal relationship. I mean, we went on dates, held hands, that kind of thing. It was nice for a long time. And then…"

"Then what? Things turned to shit after you slept with her?"

"No we- I mean, Kyrie and I have never… That's where things got complicated."

Dante nearly choked on his pizza, coughing lightly to clear his throat. Did the kid just say he and little psycho girl had never slept together? Then what the hell were they doing with the whole collar and beating gig? Dante was glad he hadn't gotten the story from her. Not only was he confused as all get out, but it only served to make him more angry over the situation. Not only was she beating the living shit out of him, she wasn't even putting out!

"Kyrie and her brother Credo were always real religious types. Waiting for marriage and all that. Which, I mean, I was fine with. Totally didn't mind waiting, but after a couple years holding hands and dates weren't enough anymore. It all started out as a joke. The whole collar thing."

"And then she went crazy?"

"She didn't go crazy! Well, I don't think she did. I think she just figured out she liked to boss people around instead of keeping quiet. And I really didn't mind her ordering me around, it seemed to make her happy, so I just went with it."

"Ok, so how did we go from taking orders, to this?"

Nero fell quiet again, slowly moving to collect another slice of pizza when he realized Dante wasn't going to stop him. Waiting patiently while the kid ate his second slice, he shifted to get more comfortable on the couch, propping his legs up on the coffee table.

"After Credo died she was really depressed for a while. I tried to help her through it, but all she seemed to be interested in was kicking me around all the time. I kept telling myself that it was just because she was in pain. That it would pass. But it just kept getting worse. And before I realized it, things were like this…"

He pointed at his bandaged neck with a frown and Dante wondered if he felt guilty for it somehow. Like he should have done something to prevent his fate, to help the girl cope without injuring himself in the process.

"Alright, well, what did you do for her to kick you out?" Dante asked, deciding to keep him talking to get as much information as possible.

"I…snuck out of the room while she was asleep to get something to drink and she decided to punish me…" he whispered, running his fingers over the slowly fading welts on his forearms. "I told her to stop hitting me or I was leaving. So she ripped my tags off and tossed me outside like a bad dog. Told me I'd come crawling back sooner or later."

"And are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Gonna go crawling back?"

Things went silent again. Dante had a good feeling that was going to be a normal occurrence around the office if the kid stayed. If he stayed. Dante frowned slightly at the thought of Nero going back to the insane woman's house. Not only upset because she would just mistreat him again, but also because he really didn't want the kid to go. He couldn't admit it out loud, but he thought Nero was plain adorable. Even now, with pizza sauce stuck to the corners of his mouth as he munched happily on a new slice. Dante's perverted mind started to take off without him. Grand illusions of pushing the pizza off onto the floor, pouncing on the younger male to kiss the offending sauce away. He could practically feel his thin body squirming underneath him, hear him gasping in pleasure instead of pain-

"I don't know. I was going to go back, but I fell asleep on that bench. And when I woke up, I was here," Nero sighed suddenly, breaking Dante out of his vivid day dream. Lady was right. Again. He was totally into Nero.

"You don't have to go back there. I already told you, you can crash here. Seems you have a knack for cleaning and I'm well know for being lazy. I mean, do you really want to go back to that?"

"Kyrie's has taken care of me since we were little. Her family took me in. She lov-"

"Kid, that's not love…"

"It's just-I don't know yet. Is that Ok?"

Dante smirked lightly, reaching over to grab another slice of pizza.

"Yeah, that's Ok."


Nero had been in a lot of awkward situations in his lifetime, but he was certain that this one took the cake. Sitting next to a complete stranger, talking about his failed relationship with the love of his life. Not to mention the stranger had assumed that he was gay. And maybe he was. Hell, for all he knew he could have been gay all along! It wasn't like he'd ever had anything substantial with Kyrie and Dante… Well, Dante just made him feel safe. The fact that he was outrageously attractive didn't hurt either. But he wasn't going to let Dante know any of that, not a chance in hell.

"You really…thought it was going to be a man?" Nero muttered, trying to backtrack over the subject innocently.

"Yeah…" Dante breathed, glancing over at him with a frown. "You want a beer?"

Before Nero could even respond, Dante was up off of the couch, vanishing into the kitchen with lightning speed that made it seem like he was trying to avoid the subject all together. When he returned balancing two cans of beer in one hand and his pizza slice in the other, Nero just stared at him as he offered him a can.

"I'm…underage," Nero stated calmly.

"I won't tell if you won't," Dante sighed, flopping back onto the couch.

Nero shrugged lightly, taking one of the frosty cans from the older man. So far in less than a day, he'd had his first donut in years, tried coffee for the first time and decided he hated it. Was able to eat his fill of pizza and now…beer. Living with Dante was already shaping out to be pretty cozy. Even if he did have an awkward attraction to him. He decided it was best to just assume it was because Dante was nice to him. Because he treated him like a person.

"Well, it wasn't exactly like you were helping your case any…" Dante mumbled, cracking his can open.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I didn't think you would seriously let that tiny girl beat on you like that for one thing…"

Nero opened his can slowly, sniffing at the amber colored liquid before he took a small sip. It was strange and sharp. The flavor was hard to place, but it kind of reminded him of bread in a weird way. He didn't know how else to describe it and decided he didn't love it or hate it.

"Plus, you kept checking me out," Dante added, causing Nero to spit his beer out over his hand.

"What? I did not!"

"Oh please, like I didn't notice why you were clinging onto that towel last night. Or how you were staring at me this morning… you were totally checking me out."

"Don't flatter yourself, old man!"

"Hey now, I'm not that much older than you. And don't be ashamed, I'd check me out too if I were you…"

Without thinking, Nero reached over and punched Dante in the shoulder out of sheer embarrassment. It wasn't until he saw Dante's arm jerk, spilling beer in his lap, that he realized what he had done and instantly shrank back to his end of the couch in fear. For what felt like hours, Dante just sat there staring at his beer stained crotch in shock before he slowly turned his head to gawk at Nero.

"Did you just…punch me?" Dante asked, blinking at him slowly.

"N-no!"

His voice squeaked, panic flooding his senses as every muscle in his body screamed at him to run. Dante was a tough looking guy and there was no way in hell Nero would win trading punches with him. Too petrified to move, Nero just sat there clinging to his beer can as a cruel looking smile spread over the older mans lips.

"You just punched me…" he repeated, chuckling darkly as he sat his beer down on the coffee table.

"No, I didn't mean to. I just-" Nero stammered, scooting forward onto the edge of the cushion. "I'm sorry!"

"Sorry my ass, you're in for it now…"

"No-"

Nero was halfway off of the couch when he felt Dante slam into him, using all of his weight to knock him to the floor. The can he had been holding flew from his hand, landing under the pool table in a fountain of foam and amber liquid. Nero couldn't help but yelp as Dante pinned him to the floor, clenching his eyes shut in perpetrating for the beating of a lifetime. He was shocked when he heard Dante laugh at him, a halfhearted punch landing on his shoulder.

"That's it, come on! Fight back!" Dante snorted. "Act like a real man!"

"I am a real man!" Nero snapped, peeking up at the older man hovering over him, knowing damn well he didn't look like a real man given their positions.

"Really? Cause you look like a huge wimp to me. I'd go as far as to say you're a pussy."

He didn't understand what it was about Dante that made him want to fight back. There was something in the man's cocky smirk and mocking laughter that just sparked irritation within him. And at the same time, thrilled him. While Kyrie had just beat him senseless without a word, Dante challenged him. He wanted Nero to fight back, probably to make beating him down all the more satisfying in the end.

Growling lightly, Nero bucked his hips, shoving Dante off of him with his hands once most of his weight was lifted off his legs. Dante toppled back into the coffee table, jarring it enough to knock his own beer can off onto the floor. Nero sat up quickly, scowling over at the older man before he dove at him, pinning him to the floor and returned the halfhearted punch to the shoulder. Dante's hands quickly reached up to grip the front of Nero's borrowed shirt, tugging him sideways so that he flopped over onto his back on the floor like a fish out of water. Over and over again, they rolled across the office floor, punching each other harder and harder in the shoulder until Nero's arms ached.

"Ouch!" Nero cried out breathily when Dante had flipped him onto his back for the last time.

Truthfully, he really hadn't hurt him in the slightest, but it worked to throw the older man off balance for a moment. Dante pulled back just long enough to allow Nero an opening to pin him down on the floor next to his desk. Lost in his moment of triumph, Nero completely ignored the fact that he was now straddling the older man's hips. He grinned down at Dante in pure excitement, hitting him gently in the chest.

"I win! Who's a real man now, huh?" he barked.

Dante just lay there beneath him, snowy hair pooled on the floor around his head, blinking up at him as if he didn't quite understand how he had ended up on the bottom. And then he simply smiled.

"You play dirty…" Dante muttered, raising his hands slowly up behind his head to make himself more comfortable on the floorboards. "But I don't mind letting you win if you really wanna be on top."

As if to get a point across, Dante wiggled slightly under him, forcing Nero to drop his eyes to where their bodies were touching. All of the rolling around on the floor had allowed his already loose clothing to slide down past his hips, his shirt tugged back so far around his neck that it left his stomach bare for Dante to see. No matter what way he twisted it in his head, it looked bad. The way his palms were pressed against Dante's chest to keep him down, the way he was just sitting on the man's junk! Heat flooded his cheeks as he suddenly flailed his arms, scrambling to get up as fast as possible before there was yet another awkward boner situation for Dante to tease him over.

"Old pervert! You did that on purpose!" Nero snapped, heaving in gulps of air to try and calm himself down despite the fact it was having the opposite effect.

"Hey, you were the one that climbed up on top of me, kid."

"You started the fight! If you want to molest someone, call your girlfriend and keep your hands off of me!"

Ok Nero…that sounded a little bitter. He hadn't meant for the words to come out with so much acid in them, but he just couldn't seem to help it. He tried to reason with himself, blaming it on the fact that he just didn't like her, but really, he just didn't like the idea of her and Dante together.

"Girlfriend?" Dante chuckled, rolling over on his stomach. "You don't mean…Lady? She's not my girlfriend! And even if she were, at least she wouldn't be half as crazy as that bitch you were dating."

Nero had taken a single step back toward the couch when he suddenly froze at Dante's comment. Even though he knew that he really shouldn't care what Dante said about Kyrie, old habits were hard to give up and the very idea of someone insulting her slipped a switch inside of him that he had no control over. Very slowly he turned back to glare at the older male as he climbed to his feet, trying to keep his breathing calm.

"Don't…talk about her like that," he demanded, his hands tightening into fists.

"Why not? She is a crazy bitch, Nero. No one in their right mind would do the things she's done to you…"

"You don't know anything about her. Don't talk about her like you know her."

Dante's playful smirk slowly faded, morphing into a serious expression that only served to make him even more angry.

"Why are you defending her? She beat you. Humiliated you. Kicked you out like a rabid animal. She's not your master, your lover, hell she's not even your friend. She needs to be locked away for the rest of her fucked up life," Dante said calmly, tapping his temple with his finger to illustrate he thought she was mental.

Nero had spent so much of his life defending Kyrie that now it was like second nature to him. There was no stopping himself as he stepped back toward Dante, bringing his right fist up to punch the older man in the jaw. While he was sure Dante could have avoided the blow, he just stood there and took the hit without even flinching. Nero could feel his knuckles throb in pain as he connected with bone, blood flying from Dante's lips onto the floor.

"Don't talk about her like that!" Nero shouted, beside himself with anger and confusion.

Angry because of what Dante had said and confused as to why it made him so angry in the first place. After everything that he had given Kyrie, she had only given him pain in return. He'd always wanted to get married and start a family of his own, but no matter how much he pressed the issue, she made it perfectly clear she had no intention of marrying him. Why would she? He was already damaged goods. He could hardly even take care of himself, let alone a child. He would never be good enough and he couldn't help but wonder if that was why he was really angry. Not because of what Dante had said, but because what he'd said was right.

Dante straightened up in front of him, reaching up to brush the blood off of his lip from where Nero had busted it. If he hadn't been angry at him before, he certainly would be now. Nero just stood there in front of him, chest heaving, waiting for whatever punishment Dante was going to dish out.

"She really is a cruel bitch. All the pain she's caused you and you still try to defend her. I bet she could care less of you died. Then she'd be free of ya…" he muttered, spitting blood onto the floor.

Nero swung at him again, not caring what happened to him now. He'd already punched him once, what harm could one more time do? Dante on the other hand, had different plans. Time almost seemed to slow down as Nero's first sailed right past Dante's face as the man dodged the blow. A strong hand wrapped around Nero's wrist as the other gripped the back of his neck, shoving him forward toward the desk.

Nero yelped in the anticipation of pain again, but aside from the awkward angle he was bent over the desk, Dante's grip was practically gentle. One hand pinning his wrist to the desk top, the other tangled slightly in his hair to push his face against the wood. Panic shot through him as Dante leaned down over his back, his breath tickling his ear as he spoke.

"You can hit me all day long if you want, kid. I'll take whatever it is you can throw at me, but I won't turn into her, got it?" Dante whispered, his body pinning Nero to the desk with little hope of freedom. "I'm not gonna hit you. If being submissive is something you like, I don't mind that, but there are betters ways of going about it. Right ways…"

Nero couldn't stop the shiver that tore down his spine as Dante spoke. His gentle grip somehow strong enough to keep Nero pinned without causing him pain. It felt like hours passed as they stood there like that, Dante's body curved around him so closely the could feel the older man's heart beating against his back. It wasn't until the fingers in his hair relaxed slightly that Nero thought Dante was actually going to just let him go. He instantly tired to straighten his body, only to have Dante pin him to the desk with his hips roughly.

"Don't. Move," he commanded and every muscle in his body seized up.

The hand around his wrist vanished and even though Nero desperately wanted to move, he didn't dare disobey the order Dante had given him. He could feel the hand reach around the front of his body, slipping up under his shirt so quickly that Nero gasped in surprise when warm fingers brushed over his stomach. Whatever awkward boner situations he had tried to avoid before suddenly became a very real problem as Dante's hand trailed up his chest, touching him so lightly it made him want to squirm.

"What are you-" he gasped, cut off by a sudden soft pinch on his nipple.

"Showing you the right way to be someone's pet."

His voice was sharp and direct, sending another quiver down Nero's spine. The younger male's eyes snapped open as he felt Dante's warm hand descend down his chest, lingering over his navel for a brief moment before he pressed his palm against Nero's crotch. He couldn't stop himself from jerking away from the contact, his hands flying to the edge of the desk to trying and gain leverage to push himself up. Dante quickly brought his leg up, hitting the back of Nero's left knee gently, causing the teen to stagger and lose his footing. Without the full support of both legs he collapsed back onto the desk, Dante still plastered to his back.

"I said not to move, Nero…" he sighed disappointedly.

A shaky breath crept out of his lungs, the warmth causing a small patch of condensation to appear on the desk before it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. He kept screaming at himself to tell Dante no. To demand that he stop, but he couldn't seem to make his voice work. His body trembled with both excitement and fear, unsure of what was about to happen to him. With the way their bodies were pressed so closely together there was no way for Nero not to feel the rather large bulge pressed against his ass. The fact that Dante was obviously aroused by the sudden turn of events left Nero confused. Kyrie had never shown any signs of being aroused when she pushed him around so he wasn't quite sure how to react.

He was amazed to find that even as forceful as Dante was being, his touch still remanded gentle. Almost loving as he grinded his palm against Nero's pants, causing the teen to gasp rather loudly in an attempt to hold back the pleasured moan that threatened to break free. Kyrie had never touched him before, it would have been too dirty. So he'd only been left with himself, when he was allowed. But Dante…it was almost as if the older male couldn't get enough of him. When the loose fabric of his borrowed jeans began to feel slightly uncomfortable he felt Dante's expert fingers tugging the button loose, jerking the zipper down quite forcefully. As he felt the material suddenly slide down off of his slender hips it occurred to him to fight back again, whimpering lightly, trying to life his head enough to at least see Dante's face.

"If you keep moving around so much, I'm going to have to punish you. Is that what you want?" Dante purred against his ear, strong fingers caressing his scalp, reminding him that he was suppose to remain still.

"N-no, but you s-shouldn't-"

"Shouldn't what? Do you really want me to stop this?"

Long fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, griping his length firmly. Nero cried out loudly, fingers clawing at the desk desperately for anything to hold onto. He could hear Dante chuckle softly, his hand stroking him softly. Nero jerked his head back and forth quickly, trying to get him to stop, but Dante simply took it as a sign that Nero didn't want him to stop at all. As soon as his hand reached the tip of his cock, he gave him a gentle squeeze causing Nero to shiver under him. He tried his best to make a coherent objection to what was happening, but as Dante's hand suddenly shot back down to the base of his erection he could moan loudly, finding the edge of the desk to hold onto.

Whatever part of him that had wanted Dante to stop before completely vanished from his brain. All he cared about was the blissful friction that he was causing. He couldn't stop his hips from buck up into Dante's hand, which seemed to be the only movement the older male would tolerate. Before Nero could even understand why Dante was doing this to him, he was writhing and moaning on the top of his desk in sheer ecstasy. He didn't understand how it was possible for it to feel so much better than when he'd done it himself and he really didn't care. All he wanted was more.

Dante's hand suddenly vanished from his hair, reaching down to pull the boxers halfway off so that he had more room to work. As he suddenly picked up his pace, Nero couldn't keep control of his body, his knees giving out on him completely and Dante had to actually wrap his free arm around his stomach to keep him upright.

"N-no! Dante-ngh-s-stop! I can't-" Nero whimpered, feeling his release quickly building.

"Go ahead, Nero. It's alright…" Dante murmured, his voice laced with lust.

A shock shot through his body as he practically exploded over Dante's hand and the desk. Dante kept his quick pace going until Nero finally stopped jerking his hips up into his hand and when Dante finally did release him, Nero was left in a spent heap on the desk top, chest heaving violently. He'd been so used to pain that he had almost forgotten what pleasure was suppose to feel like. He didn't even have enough strength to flinch when Dante's hands returned, scooping up under his arms to pull him back onto his feet.

"You see? That's how that's suppose to work. That's the right way to take care of your pet…" Dante sighed, holding him against his chest tenderly.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but for the first time in nearly forever, Nero felt happy right there in his arms.